The Invisible Fight….pt.6

So there I was , looking at my computer screen, asking myself “Is this really happening?” “there’s no way this was all a scam! How could it be? They use a long standing email platform as a vessel to send emails. They can’t be in on it!! There’s no way this was ALL a scam!!!!!”………….Then reality sets in, my blood pressure skyrockets, and I feel if I could see this man, talk to him….I’d all but guarantee I’d be wanted and have a federal charge on my hands. Our conversation would be his last.

All my endless, dedicated hours of scaling 4 different accounts to produce the maximum amount of profits, and religiously logging in twice a day to send my emails, came to a sudden and defeating end. I couldn’t begin to explain what I felt. How I felt. So I go into a flurry of scattered and rage fueled emails to Michael Beeson and his “support” crew. But to little avail because nobody ever replied back. Ever. I should have seen the signs. Looking back on it , if I knew then what I know now, I woulda caught it before I even started. That’s the thing though about this industry of affiliate marketing and promotion. When you first get in it’s like landing in Las Vegas. You see all the shiny objects and videos and testimonials of people. From all walks of life and every corner of the globe. All of them holding or counting massive wads of cash, Fancy cars and monster houses. You are blinded by the light of your OWN pending success that it clouds your vision. Your ability to think rationally and sensibly. Nevertheless I would now have to find a way to push through with no money and a compromised psychie, and start all over.

2016 would be a year of trials and mind altering ,moral twisting situations that would surely set me back 20 years or 6 feet under. Looking back I don’t know how I made it through but……here I am.

I met a new friend in early 2016 and it developed into a bond and understanding that somehow just worked. Literally we are very different people at opposite ends of the spectrum. To this very day I don’t know how we made it through. My friend, got pregnant early in 2016. (no it’s not mine)  I bet the people who know me won’t believe that but ..the baby wasn’t mine. She was leaving to go back to west coast, with her parents because we had ran out of options. No money, No work, No help and no chance. She leaves last week of aug. 2016. I go north to my daughter’s house and set up my computer and workstation in her front room. I like to think I kept it pretty clean but it was a nuisance to say the least. But thankfully she never said anything about it and I would dive into my desktop refusing to stop until I found a way to succeed online.

Oct.18,2016. Before I go into this day let me fill you in on the summer of 2016 in Red Deer,Alberta,Canada. Between April and October I was in 6 fights. Was assaulted twice, once with a solid wood walking stick and second with a hammer. Both attacks were unprovoked and initiated by my own roommate over a hundred dollar late rent payment. If you can believe that. Which then lead me to leave that residence, where my probation officer wanted me to be, which lead to me not being able to see him every week, which lead to me getting another 2 outstanding warrants for my arrest, and I had a choice… NONE of it. O ya. And to boot, the registration and insurance ran out on my truck the day after my birthday on july 20,2016. What’s the score you ask? Let’s tally it up

2 outstanding warrants, No paychecks or payments, broken nose and emotionally broken, need to help my Dad but can’t, sleeping in my daughter’s living room, driving illegally, and days without seeing or talking to my son=93   days without seeing or talking to him since spring 2015            513 to today’s date.    missed 2 Christmas back to back  and missed his birthday that was 2 days ago    its been exactly 1 year since I last saw or talked to my son.

Back to October 18,2016 and a day that would allow me to breathe. Even if for only a short time…….

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